Page 141 of Sin Like the Devil

“Hold still. I wouldn’t want to slip.”

“No,” she moans.

“No?” I tap her clit through the fabric.

Her hips buck, pushing her clit against my thumb again. She smashes her eyes shut while grinding against my hand. Always so needy. That much hasn’t changed.

Sliding a finger beneath her panties, I push it between her awaiting, slick folds. Ripley cries out as I find her molten core and slip inside, burying my finger deep in her enticing heat.

“Still saying no, little toy?”

She clenches tight around the single digit, her pussy spasming in response to the intrusion. Unwanted or not, she’s practically dripping on my hand, she’s so wet. That’s why I’ll never believe the lies she tells herself.

“No,” she repeats.

“Wetter than a bitch in heat,” I observe plainly. “And still telling me no.”

Stretching her with a second finger, I love watching her squirm. She wants to hate my touch so badly. Let’s see if she feels the same way when my tongue is buried in her cunt instead.

Sliding the knife’s edge across her public bone, I watch the gooseflesh that rises. My dick swells at the sight. Her writhing abruptly halts when she realises I have a knife so close to her most vulnerable place. Keeping one hand at her pussy, I twist the knife and begin to slice her panties free.

Elastic pings, then the fabric falls away, revealing her swollen nub. I easily sever the strap on the other side, still pushing two fingers in and out of her entrance. Her inner-thighs are already slick.

“Why does your body tell a different story?” I croon.

She gasps as I curl a finger inside her. “I… I… fuck! I hate you so much.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself, then go right ahead.”

Pulling my fingers free, I suck them dry. Ripley stares down at me, wide-eyed and trembling. When I bury my face between her thighs, she immediately responds.

Hips bucking, her pussy opens for me so perfectly. I push my tongue inside and lap at her core, sucking up every drop of moisture she’s fighting so hard to hide.

Stopping for a short breath, I turn my attention back to her clit as I insert my fingers inside her again. She moans at the pressure of my lips on her tight bundle of nerves.

Licking and teasing with the lightest graze of teeth, I steadily fuck her with my hand, reading her body like it’s my favourite playbook. She’s clenched around me and panting so loudly, I know she’s close to climaxing.

“Does my little toy want to come?” I whisper against her clit.

Ripley huffs in response.

Such a stubborn brat.

Sucking her clit between my teeth, I apply enough pressure to take her to the edge. Then I cruelly rip my fingers from her cunt and sit back up. Her subsequent whine is music to my fucking ears.

“No!” she wails.

“No again, hmm?”

Only this time, she isn’t protesting but mourning the loss of what I could give her. What she’s too chicken shit to ask for. Smirking, I bring my hand down on her glistening cunt. Hard. The wet slap echoes around us.

“You have to ask for it,” I command. “No. You have to beg me for it.”

“Fuck you!”

I slap her wet pussy again. Ripley’s back arches, her lips parting in the perfect O shape. I wonder if I could make her come from doing this alone. She’s always had a masochistic need for punishment.

My jeans have become painfully restrictive. I want to strip off and prowl over her so she can see all that she’s denying herself. Contemplating the pocketknife, I flip it to hold the blade portion then raise the smooth handle to her lips.

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